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[the Doctor appears on the plane, hands jammed in his pockets, looking as if a lot has happened to him since his last little trip here. Oh, yes, the Doctor was tired. The reappearance one's arch-enemy during an invasion of face-hugging aliens will--]

Shut it, will you? I'll tell my own story. [The stress of it all was making him tetchy.] [eyeroll.]

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[And here is Henrietta, wearing the outfit described in the post below this one because I'm too lazy to retype it. You should be ashamed. Shut up.]

Ah, hello!

That's terribly modernist.

Henrietta. [he gives her a tight-lipped grin]

His voice gives me a headache. So does yours, actually. Why I'm here.

My voice also happens to be here, Doctor. With me. Where it generally is.

Not you you.

Self?

Generally speaking.

Clarify.

You'll never guess who survived the Time War!! [--he says in his best falsely enthusiastic announcer voice.]

...are you okay? [The goggles slip down and she pushes them back again]

Don't tell me it's Romana. Don't tell me you've started up an affair. Oh, oh, don't tell me: Romana left you for Mickey! And now she's gone evil. I'm so sorry, Doctor.

Very creative, Master. But no cigar.

That's okay; I don't like them that much this regeneration.

[Truth be told, he was in need of a cup of tea and a good, long lie down.] [siiiigh.] I'll be alright, just dealing with an unexpected guest. Actually, a lot of unexpected guests, but this one wants special treatment. Bit of a diva that way.

Oh... Did you come here for a break?

But now what'll we blame the stink on?

Your shaving cream, I'm sure.

[And here's Dorothy, who's been walking around listening to everyone get progressively more and more annoyed with the voices in their heads. Apparently this was the last straw.]

...And now you're doing it! Why is everyone talking to themselves lately? Is it a side-effect of visiting this place?

Because if it is, I don't think I want to stay around here for very much longer. People think I'm mad enough just from my name, for some reason, I don't need an actual madness gumming it all up even worse!

[Um. She takes a deep breath and clears her throat bashfully, composing herself] Um. Sorry. Don't mean to pry, but you do seem a little... stressed. Can I get you a coffee or something?

It's springtime fresh.

Yep. This is quiet in comparison.

So, is it me? Wonderful! You poor man, I was beginning to worry you'd be left all on your lonesome. What do I look like?

[Being used to all sorts of outbursts, he waits until she's quite finished.]

It's a recent development, some nasally-voiced American narrating my every move. I'm assuming it'll go away. [pause, considering] Ehhh-- Tea, if you've got it. Otherwise a coffee would be great.

Mad, as usual. A little gray.

You always were terribly biased. Envied my good looks and my sartorial elegance.

[Oh, look, she has a thermos. Just like a Girl Scout-- Always Come Prepared(tm). She unscrews the metal lid and hands it to him]

Sorry. Hope you like it strong.

[A pause-- because it really is quite an interesting situation, and as such it requires some consideration.]

So this is new, this voice-in-your-head business? And out-of-the-ordinary, for this place, would you say? Now that's awful intriguing. I s'pect that's what everyone else's got too. But why would everyone get it at once? Not like you can come down with a Narration Flu.

...Unless you can. I'm still sorta new here, y'see.

Were you having a party and they came?

[snort] [Articulate.]

[he takes a few quick gulps before answering.]

If everyone else has one, it's probably an experiment. The Twins--have you met the Twins?--get a little bored sometimes and take it upon themselves to mess things up.

It doesn't sound very comforting, I know, but in a situation like this... [shrug.]

I'd just got the TARDIS running again.

Eloquent.

You were celebrating?

Well, I don't know if it's everyone. I mean, I'm alright, for now, anyway. But a lot of people do.

If it is the Twins-- I don't think I have met them, unless they aren't identical, in which case I can't be 'spected to know they're Twins, can I?-- then it should be alright, shouldn't it? Only it doesn't seem to be hurting anyone, just annoying the pants off 'em.

Although you gotta wonder what's the point of an experiment like that.

I felt it got my point across.

Maybe they're timing how long it takes us to actually go mad.

That wouldn't be a very well-executed experiment; half of the people here are mad as hatters already.

Oh-- not that that's a bad thing, of course! I've known some people who have been totally out of their minds and they're still some of the nicest, most caring and sweet people you'd ever want to meet.

For a minute.

Your immaturity, you mean?

Nope. So, shall I tell you you've said hi?

And give me my love, too! Oh, and tell me to keep an eye out for religious symbolism.

Any particular reason?

I'd rather not discuss.

Scratching it off the list then.

As you like it.

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